I caught one [ this ] big!

Well, it was invisible, so I can't show you, and it was out of phase with our space-time continuum so I can't cook it. But I'm sure it's there at the end of my hook.

I'm quite happy with my phantom fish considering I was using orange peel for bait. It was the citrusy goodness that beckoned him. Of course it was also because of someone's special top secret 7 loop lure tying technique that was passed down his pedigree for 7 generations.


We were also joined by little ones that ran away from home. They survive by fishing for food, mooching off others' tackle boxes and singing popular rock and/or roll diddies to strangers in exchange for worms.


Next time, marlin or nothing.